Finney:
"Robin?" I call. "Hey, Finney," Robin responds, his sweet voice dripping into my ears. I walk over to him, sitting on the bench. "What did you want to talk about?" I ask, gleeful to be near him.
"I just wanted to talk," he shrugs. My eyes widen. "You wanted to talk to me for no reason?" I ask, in disbelief. He nods.
"I missed you," I say, looking away. My face heats up. "Mhm," he nods. I feel tears forming in my eyes. "What's wrong?" He asks. "Just happy to be talking to you," I respond. He pulls me into his arms.
"I really didn't know he was there," I say, referencing to the past. "I know," he sighs. "And I really do like you," I add.
"And I really do like you too," he responds, pecking my forehead. "You're not mad at me anymore, right?" I ask, desperate. "Yeah," he smiles, "I'm not."
I grin. "And you're not my problem," he responds, grabbing my chin. We lock eyes.
"You never were," Robin says, pushing his lips on mine.
Sorry this is short :((